THE KING's HEALTH: SET TO FARRINEL's GROUND IN SIX STRAINS.  

JOY to great Cae╌sar, long Life, Love, and Pleasure;  
'tis a Health that Di╌vine is, fill the Bowl high as mine is:  
Let none fear a Fea╌ver, but take it off thus Boys; let the King live for e╌ver, 'tis no mat╌ter for us Boys.   

Second Strain.  
TRY all the Loy╌al, de╌fy all, give de╌ni╌al;  
sure none thinks the Glass too big here, nor a╌ny Prig here, or sneaking Whig here,  
of Cripple Tony's Crew, that now looks blue, his Heart aches too, the Tap won't do, his Zeal so true, and Projects new, ill Fate does now pursue.   

Third Strain.  
LET Tories guard the King, let Whigs in Halters swing;  
let Pilk╌and Sh╌be shamed, let bugg'ring O╌be damned;  
let cheating Pl╌be nicked, the turncoat Scribe be kicked;  
let Re╌bel Ci╌ty Dons ne╌ver be╌get their Sons;  
let ev'╌ry Whiggish Peer that Rapes a La╌dy fair, and leaves his on╌ly Dear the Sheets to gnaw and tear, be 〈…〉 Land t'atone the grand Affair.   

Fourth Strain.  
GReat Charles, like Je╌ho╌vah, spares Foes would unking him, and warms with his Gra╌ceses the Vi╌perss that sting him;  
till crowned with just An╌ger the Re╌belss he sei╌zes: Thus Hea╌ven can Thunder when e╌ver it pleases.   

Jig.  
THen to the Duke fill, fill up the Glass, the Son of our Martyr, be╌loved of the King:  
En╌vyed and loved, yet blessed from a╌bove, se╌cured by an An╌gel safe un╌der his Wing.   

Sixth Strain.  
FAction and Folly, and State╌Me╌lan╌cho╌ly, with To╌ny in Whigland for e╌ver shall dwell;  
let Wit, Wine, and Beauty, then teach us our Duty, for none e'er can love, or be wise and re╌bel.    

LONDON, Printed for Joseph Hindmarsh, at the Black Bull in Cornhill, 1682.